evergreen | malcolm

[malcolm calan clark]

The pair locked pinkies in a sacred pinkie promise ritual. Rue mentioned that they were probably both sloppy kissers and he bobbed his head into nods of agreement. She probably wasn't wrong there considering the substances they'd mess around with in the past. He was glad she didn't want to know more about Egypt because he didn't know where to start. Instead they shared languid kiss, hands dropping to her sides as they melted into each other.

After a couple of moments Rue pulled away first. His hands remained at her sides for a prolonged moment as she asked about specifics of the sleeping potion. Mal thought about her question for a moment as his hands slowly dropped from her sides. Did he want to knock out or actually fix the problem? ”I think something that'll aid the actual sleeping pattern would be most helpful...” he decided. "-But honestly I'm not picky with whatever you can brew, anything would help.." Mal explained. Usually he considered himself satisfactory at brewing potions but he didn't trust himself with sleeping potions, he didn't want to accidentally sleep himself to death or something. That would be his luck.

His expression softened, still feeling quite dreamy from the kiss they shared. ”Thank you, Rue. I really appreciate your help…and the not-so-sloppy kiss.” Mal teased as he broke into a smile, eyes locked with hers noticing that now that she was sober something was different abut her. Rue seemed to have a newfound confidence, she was glowing.


prudence oria weiss

[prudence oria weiss]

━ the mirror's telling me to go home ━

FEELING THE HANDS AT HER sides drop down, Rue almost showed her disappointment. She somewhat..enjoyed physical touch, but she knew it wasn't done maliciously...but simply because Mal looked lost in his thoughts. Eyes focused as he responded, mentioning that he wanted something that would actually help in the long run and the Weiss nodded. They knew just what he needed for an actual long term fix, nothing temporary.

"I got it..and don't worry..whatever's happening will pass...You've always managed to get back on top of things." Smiling small and feeling a light blush rise to her cheeks as Mal thanked them, Rue couldn't help but cup his face. "You're welcome." She beamed, leaning in again for a softer kiss. Most of their kisses had been burning, lustful - but this one was a little different.

Plus, Rue had no intentions on pulling away first, even though they knew they needed to leave, to come back later with what Mal had asked for.

| malcolm calan clark |